Swiftcurrent Creek Still Remains

There was a commotion. It was hard to see—the snarls in their home echoed across the waters of the creek, no matter how loud the rushing rapids were. 

Akavir shifted his demeanor quickly. From resting guardian keeping tabs on on their borders to a wolf honed to maintain the trust of his comrade. 

He tore after them—when he finally arrived, the spray of blood arcing through the air, tainting their land further with the pointless battle. His snarl shaking with his rage.

Jaws agape, Akavir shoved forward, aiming for the dogs flank, aiming to force her to spin to him instead of Arric. 

roll: 17
HP: 18/30 setting the same as Arric